I just want to yell at and shake my friends when they’re letting themselves be emotionally steamrolled by someone who ain’t worth shit but there’s nothing I can say or do so I just gotta distance myself and watch from a far ig

after today I’ll basically be done with undergrad I’m o.O

dude on the street today told me I looked like a poet

my red stoneware turned green in the firing I’m sooo confuuused, I’m waiting to take pics when they’re finished after the luster firing but my pieces are looking quite moss like

it’s been a year now since dodge’s death and I would do anything in this world to have him here with me, the pain doesn’t get easier with time

not to be dramatic but I’d be nothing without clay

2006

I am Ohio